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Screwball - Street Life lyrics
* send corrections to the typist Players keep playin', haters keep hatin' So much to say, so little time For the hood that I pray Haters I spit you die; slow; die; slow Wash my hands in some in-scent smoke Pull a leaf off a tree Flip it over nothing innocent though City split it over to me Hennessey spilling over tenements of QB It's real or more a day Plenty of ways to die Plenty of ways to survive Plenty of ways gettin' high Straight sip the innocent kind And the rest unjustified with an alibi, normal racquets Undercovers with heat in their slumber jackets Government badges and colored stripe brackets G's sittin' pretty like cash and (???) Witty thugs play out; I obey the writer Ala Swaying in and out, above and beyond The humidity, really got me jittery Cold like a barrel of ice Dark shadows of life I put my head on a pillow, di-do-do-ditto What son say, you still know I catch a chill flowing through my temple It's real simple Good faith, common sense, six-triple in the mix Dippin' through quick aiming to get you; it's the click! (Chorus) For the thuns, each one to each one son Street life is all I know Ways to move I pay dues; I'm talking to all of you Warfare is when you go For the cash 'cuz I reach for them... reach for them Street life is all I know Full bellies and cellis, close enemies to siece memories Warfare is when you go [Hostyle] Yo..It's Hostyle ¿que pasa? No masa; tu eres no problema ¿Cliente hah? Drama with dada is dangerous Bang with anguish; Flame with a touch Deranged ain't enough Gunpowder laying on my cuff Call my bluff The streets don't stop; it's like a marry-go-round The beats don't stop; multiply various rounds Of hard knock, bar locked gates These are the brakes Family ties without a trace Old G's...??? With sheets of casper toke Premeditated plans later dated Haters waited with iron plated heat Designed, made miraculously dated in deep memory So...keep countin' dollars Keep mine moving scholars of rap With a lot of gats; holla' back! (Chorus) You'll win by all means Struggle for the cream Hustle by ways of being Don't let prophecy end Don't let the Po-Po knock me again Don't let the 'nine' cock freely in sin Missiles through your flesh tissue... military issue Guess you understand the risk you take Dissed you on your forehead snake More dead weight Pitch fork love; It's for coke thugs Bitches huffin' & puffin'; huffin' & puffin' about nothin' Watch you say I hold against you in the court of law Gun firing; wall to wall (???) closed from burn holes Fires turned on my stone... Fuck That! 'Cuz I gotta eat; pockets so swolled From reasons of livin' The breath I'm givin' All the checks I'm scribblin'; it's real baby! (Chorus) |
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